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" ... once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more. No... "
Views of society and manners in the north of Ireland, in a series of letters ... - Seite 92
von John Gamble - 1819
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Irish Melodies

Thomas Moore - 1821 - 294 Seiten
...for praise, Now feel that pulse no more ! II. No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of TARA swells ; The chord, alone, that breaks at night, Its tale of ruin tells. Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes, The only throb she gives, Is when some heart indignant breaks, To...
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Melodies (Irish melodies, National melodies).

Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 Seiten
...high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more! No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of Tara swells; The chord, alone, that breaks at night, Its tale of ruin tells:— Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes, The only throb she gives Is when some heart indignant breaks, FLY...
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Irish melodies, complete; to which are added National melodies

Thomas Moore - 1822 - 198 Seiten
...; And hearts, that once beat high for praise, No more to chieC* and ladies bright The harp of Tara swells ; The chord, alone, that breaks at night, Its tale of ruin tells . — Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes, The only throb she gives Is when some heart indignant breaks,...
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Slang: A Dictionary of the Turf, the Ring, the Chase, the Pit, Or Bon-ton ...

John Badcock - 1823 - 222 Seiten
...Tarawa, council,, or parliament. Tom Moore sings — No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of Tara swells, The chord alone that breaks at night Its tale of ruin tells. Tools — house-breaking implements, or otherwise. * Too much — of one thiag is good for nothing,'...
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The works of Thomas Moore, comprehending all his melodies, ballads, etc, Band 4

Thomas Moore - 1823 - 314 Seiten
...high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more ! n. No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of TARA swells ; The chord alone, that breaks at night, Its tale of ruin tells. Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes, The only throb she gives Is when some heart indignant breaks, To...
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The Works of Thomas Moore: Irish melodies. National airs

Thomas Moore - 1823 - 464 Seiten
...for praise, Now feel that pulse no more ! II. No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of TARA swells ; The chord alone, that breaks at night, Its tale of ruin tells. Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes, The only throb she gives Is when some heart indignant breaks, To...
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The Works of Thomas Moore, Esq, Band 3

Thomas Moore - 1825 - 310 Seiten
...high for praise. Now feel that pulse no more. No more the chiefs and ladies bright, The harp of Tara swells ; The chord, alone, that breaks at night.. Its tale of ruin tells. Thus freedom now so seldom wakes, The only throb she gives, • .u'luiii some heart indignant breaks....
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Band 18

1825 - 868 Seiten
...Tara, a council, or parliament. Tom Moore sings, No more to chiefs and ladles bright, The harp of Tara swells, The chord alone that breaks at night. Its tale of ruin tells. This derivation of the halls of Tara will, no doubt, amaze its little minstrel somewhat ; but, indeed,...
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The Ant, publ. during 1826 and 1827, Band 2

Ant The - 1827 - 366 Seiten
...praise, Now feel that pulse no more ! THE ANT. II. No more to chiefs and ladies bright, The harp of Tara swells ; The chord alone that breaks at night, Its tale of ruin tells. Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes ; The only throb she gives, Is when some heart indignant breaks, To...
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Almack's: A Novel ...

Marianne Spencer Stanhope Hudson, Charles White - 1827 - 630 Seiten
...Tara's halls The soul of music shed. Now hang* as mute on Tara's wall., As it that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er ; And beans that once beat high for prai&e, Now feel that thrill no more." " Alas ! too true !" said Lionel...
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